DecideA Poem by JohnTheSavageDialogue between a boy and his father.
You're eighteen now boy, it's time to start your life;
To make decisions, to have a plan, to find yourself a wife. You're all grown up, so you mustn't be scared; Now that you're an adult, you should be prepared. Dad, you say I'm prepared, but I don't know what to do. Nonsense! You're a teacher, and A student, and a good leader too. I play these roles the best I can, but my confidence is just a mask. You're too modest! Don't your friends already know their futures? It is their task. Jimmy's going to join the army, if he doesn't lose his nerve; He says he'll give those heathen Arabs just what they deserve. But despite his steely words, I can sense his doubt, And if he ever ran away, hes father'd knock him out. Well, once he enrolls Jimmy will be stuck, Then all he can do is pray for a little luck To help him return safely from those lands of sand. What about that boy Jack, doesn't he have something planned? Jacks parents are pressuring him to become an engineer, But he's horrible at math and the prospect fills him with fear. You know son, he'll either learn or he'll burn, Or he'll study one year and never return. Dad, I thought I'd be ready when it was time to face hard weather. When I was younger, adults seemed to have it all together. Even the things I know the most can still make me insecure, And when it comes to deciding my future, I don't think I'll ever be sure. Now, son, let me tell you something wise. If someone says they know for sure, it's just a bunch of lies. All big decisions are surrounded by doubt. But taking the risk, that's what life's about!
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StatsAuthorJohnTheSavageChicago, ILAboutI want to be an artist, but I'm not much of a painter, or musician, or anything else of the sort. The only way I can see myself ever affecting people emotionally or entertaining them with my creativit.. more..Writing
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